Years ago I was fox trapping in farm country. There was a farm that had a very small wood lot (maybe 2 acres) right behind the barn. As I was walking along the woodlot I noticed something shining in the woods. I stopped to investigate and was suprised when it was the antlers of a real nice 10 pointer who was bedding there. A little more scouting and I found a very heavy trail leading out of the back corner of the woodlot thru a swampy area into a large section of woods. It just so happened that this farm was adjacent to a good friends property. Since he bow hunted I told him about it and told him to go kill that buck. I don't know why ,but he never hunted there that I know of. Fast forward to rifle season. I stop at the local gas station and there is another friend of mine registering that same buck! I asked him about it and he tells me he was hunting the trail coming out of the swamp that leads to the little woodlot behind the barn. His stand was in the large block of woods where the trail came in. He never knew about the buck before hand. He said it came sneaking thru in the morning heading toward the little woodlot.